“Not gonna.” His breathing roughened. “You’ve got me where you want me, Lani-lou. I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”
She lost herself in his eyes — dark, intense, fully engaged.
“We’ll figure this out.” He increased the pace. “You don’t believe me, but we will.”
She didn’t believe him. But she believed in this. Tightening her grip on his sweat-slicked body, she hovered on the edge of a climax. There. A ripple. Almost….
With a gasp, he bore down.
Her world exploded, wrenching a sharp cry from her throat. Powerful waves of release tossed her like a toy boat in a hurricane. She clung to him, calling his name.
“I’m here.” His low-pitched words ended in a shout of triumph. Pushing deep, he let go, gulping for air. His body shookin response to the strong pulse of his cock as it bestowed the most intimate caress of all.
She reveled in the sensation, breathing in his scent. She wanted more of it, longed to bury her nose in the curve of his neck.
As his breathing slowed, she pressed gently on his back. “Come down here.”
He resisted. “I’m sweaty. And heavy.”
“I like sweaty. I’m not asking you to drop like a stone. Just come closer.”
He eased down until his soft chest hair tickled her skin.
“More. Press down a little. Rest your head on my shoulder.”
His mouth tilted up in a half-smile. “Found your mojo, did you?”
“I like how you smell, okay?”
He chuckled. “I don’t hear that very often.” Easing down until his pecs pressed lightly against her breasts, he laid his head on her shoulder. “For the record, I like how you smell, too. Especially now.”
“That’s lovely to hear.” She stroked his damp hair back from his forehead and sighed. “Why do you have to smell like the man who should father my babies?”
“For the same reason you smell like the woman who should have my babies. Pheromones.”
“I thought that was nonsense.”
“Guess not.” He nestled closer. “At least now you know what to look for. Or sniff out.”
“It’s not that easy. I’ve never had this reaction before.”
“Backatcha.”
“It’s a cruel joke played by Mother Nature.”
“You don’t believe we can fix this.”
“I don’t. Your determination is sexy, but it’s unrealistic.”
“If you think my determination is sexy, wait til you get a load of my ingenuity. You’ll want to jump my bones on the spot.”
“I’m sure I will.”
“Thinking my way out of tight spots is my superpower.” Raising his head, he gazed at her. “I need to abandon this cozy bed and take care of business. Don’t go away.”
“Not likely, since I’d have to swipe your truck.”
“You know what I mean.”
